From the Washington Post:

Republicans on Friday looked to wrest a political victory from a legal defeat in the Supreme Court, serving notice to Democrats that they must back President Bush on how to try suspects at Guantanamo Bay or risk being branded as weak on terrorism.

What a bunch of crap. What Bush/Cheney did was against the law. Democrats CONTROL the high ground. Do Americans want to be no better than the killers on 911? Do we want to become no better than the long litany of fascist dictators who’ve polluted history?

Bush/Cheney were WRONG and SCOTUS affirmed it. End of story!

frist?

fitz!

Jane!

I believe the writer was spelled “Retardeau” — Quebecois?

Can I mention the winners of the Dickfest again? They were superb, one of my favorite things we’ve ever done on FDL:

The Ballad of Swagger and Scowler

They came from Wyoming and Texas, addicted to power and drink;
They bullied and lied, they tortured and spied till most folks were too scared to blink;
But when Scowl shot a hunter he thought was a bird and Swag let New Orleans drown,
Folks finally saw what these guys really were: a crusty old coot and a clown.
– by a littlemusicalityplease

An accident it must have been,
And not a planned attack
Because Dick shot him in the face
Instead of in the back.
– by rageneau

If epitaphs were polygraphs,
This, terse and edifying,
Would crown the veep in final sleep:
Here lies Big Time–still lying.
– by 88

I just loved that contest.

88 !

*ilson — I’ve seen it both ways, but in that particular post it was “Retardo.” (I prefer the “eau” spelling myself.)

EPU’d:

Jane -

Please let me know about any get togethers while you’e in CT.

I’d love to join you.

ST

Sir Robin — And did I read the Carl Levin(?) was going to help the republicans work on their Let’s-Make-New-Law-To-Keep-Bush-Legal law?

Tweety and his group of ‘hotshots’ (NOT) were all atwitter about putting the dems in a box again — and that they would all bend down and beg to get out of the box. My paraphrasing for what the repubs have in mind but you get the idea.

And, unfortunately, I believe Tweety is right.

OT – Prof. I left a comment about your diary on Kos which was EUPiated. No need to go back. Great diary.

sangemon — will do. I’ll collect everyone’s emails from the previous thread and contact you all.

BTW TRex is basking in the glory of his Atrios, Wolcott and TBogg link trifecta from last night. I think he’s bathing in Perrier Jouet and talking to CAA as we speak. And thanking his lucky stars that Pammy continues to draw breath.

I see a TV series coming out of all of this…Wingnut Nail Salon…

Yeah! FDL contest! Thank you, Jane. I’m going to pull out the saran wrap keyboard cover.

I made it through about half of Malkin’s video. She doesn’t come across as a mental heavyweight, does she? If she ever gets lost in thought, we’ll have to send a search party in to get her out.

GrandmaJ — Unless we see evidence of Liebermanesque tendencies, I think it’s reasonable to assume that any Democrat who is working on the Gitmo issue will try to put together some sort of reasonable due process (y’know, one that will tell us who’s innocent and release them, instead of hiding them to avoid political embarrassment.) Remember, unlike Specter’s noises about retroactively legalizing the NSA spying program, Congress really has to set up some kind of procedure here, or the detainees will just sit in legal limbo. (The administration could try them in regular courts or courts martial, but I can’t imagine that they actually will.)

That video was soooooooooo…umm yeah. I would rather hear Roseanne sing the National Anthem than Malkin trying to get her rhyme on.

Also after seeing that it is a no-brainer why they have the comment registration closed. :D

… and here I’d thought that TRex had simply moved on, given his wide linquage, leaving Late Nite back in the hands of the pro.

What a swell idea, Jane! — a contest.
I can’t rap, but I’ll enjoy seeing what the cleverest firepups come up with.

In the meantime, I’d recommend this rather inventive yet non-political use of the internet. The folks at cuteoverload, who sometimes provide my best laughs of the day, pointed me here:

http://www.infinitecat.com/index.html

Redshift says
June 30th, 2006 at 9:09 pm
GrandmaJ %u2014 Unless we see evidence of Liebermanesque tendencies, I think it’s reasonable to assume that any Democrat who is working on the Gitmo issue will try to put together some sort of reasonable due process (y’know, one that will tell us who’s innocent and release them, instead of hiding them to avoid political embarrassment.) Remember, unlike Specter’s noises about retroactively legalizing the NSA spying program, Congress really has to set up some kind of procedure here, or the detainees will just sit in legal limbo. (The administration could try them in regular courts or courts martial, but I can’t imagine that they actually will.)
———————————————————-
My prediction: Congress will huff and puff and then…do nothing. They won’t get enough votes to give Bush whatever he wants. If they just duck the whole issue, they can effectively lob the ball back to Bush. The Gitmo prisoners have been without any due process for years, so this will essentially preserve the status quo. It’s not as though they were gearing up to run the whole prison through military tribunals.

Teddy — yes TRex will be back, don’t worry. His public demands it.

ohh . . . baaahhh . . . ewwweee . . .

i’d tell the frist sheep joke i learn’d — but it’s way bad, and i’m em’braced . . .

a rose by any other name —

is a thorn bush,

called michelle macalang . . .

On torture presidency
Winter falls
From twisted aspens fall
Turd blossoms

a rose bush, by

any other name —

is a thorn bush,

called michelle macalang . . .

My name’s Michelle, and I’m straight from from HELL!
I got my panties in a big time bunch, WORD!

Ken Mehlman called, talking points and all, so I’m spewing it out for you.
Just follow me, and then you’ll see, I’m a neo fascist Ann Colter wannabe.

I’m a big time bitch, sucking a trailer hitch, cause at the moment, Rush isn’t available.

she talks

and she squawks

and she puts YOU

in prison –

but she don’t see

her destiny as a capo

of the system –

she’s an anchor baby

mouthpiece of the worst

the right offa’s, but she

don’t she how her actions

makes everyone suffa . . .

[correction — that should read]:

the right offa’s, but she

don’t see how her actions

makes everyone suffa . . .

As long as jokes are in… (Stop me if you’ve heard it…)

—-

President Bush was visiting a primary school. One of the classes was in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meaning. The teacher asked the president if he would like to lead the discussion of the word “tragedy.” So the illustrious leader asked the class for an example of a tragedy.

Little Jimmy stood up and offered, “If my best friend, Johnny, who lives on a farm, were playing in the field and a tractor ran him over and killed him, that would be a tragedy.”

“No,” said Bush, “that would be an accident.”

Little Suzie raised her hand: “If a school bus carrying 50 children drove over a cliff, killing everyone inside, that would be a tragedy.”

“I’m afraid not.” explained the president. “That’s what we would call a great loss.”

The room went silent. No other children volunteered. Bush searched the room.

“Isn’t there someone here who can give me an example of tragedy?”

Finally at the back of the room little Johnny raised his hand. In a quiet voice he said: “If Air Force One carrying Mr. and Mrs. Bush was struck by a “friendly fire” missile and blown to smithereens, that would be a tragedy.”

“That’s right!” exclaimed Bush. “Can you tell me why that would be a tragedy?”

“Well,” says little Johnny, “it has to be a tragedy, because it sure as hell wouldn’t be a great loss and it probably wouldn’t be an accident.”

Hello, darlings!

Just passing through on the way from Arianna’s cocktail party to a shindig at the Kennedy Center. (We’re backstage!!)

Cher told me to tell you all hello and to donate to Operation Helmet!

http://www.operation-helmet.org/

Say hi to Meryl and not-Jenna!

… and we knew her when!

TRex – should you see the General in the VIP section, could you ask him if Operation Helmet helps his little soldier?

See how quickly our intrepid new pundit adapts to the truth of the once-thought-flirty Eli…. so many distractions, so many shiny objects! And Cher!

Those of you new here to fdl since the Dick Cheney hunting poem contest last winter, don’t be afraid to try. There must have been over 400 poems – did anybody keep track?

I hadn’t written a poem in over 30 years, but wrote several. None of mine even made the semi-finals, but we all had tons of fun. So have at it – even if you’re a benign lurker. Michelle deserves our best and our worst.

Thanks for the contest, Jane.

late to the partay – better sharpen my puncils and get to work.

So, help me understand this new contest. Do entries have to be in rap genre?

Isn’t that overtly ageist?

Be that as it may, if someone would be so kind as to provide a brief technical definition of rap lyrics, I will do my best to comply.

I wouldn’t want to miss out on the fun.

gack. I’ll be laughing in my sleep again.

In the meantime, from the “where do the come up with these names” file, this tidbit from TPM:

Only weeks ago, scandal-plagued House Appropriations Chairman Jerry Lewis (R-CA) issued a categorical denial that he’d ever “recommended a lobbyist to any constituent, contractor or anyone seeking federal funds.”

Now documentary evidence surfaces that Lewis lied.

And when I say ‘documentary evidence’ I would be referring to a letter from Lewis to a constituent recommending the lobbying services of Tom Skancke of The Skancke Company.

skanky. heh heh. Pam can’t be far.

neuro: shorter hip-hop primer – put the beat on the 2 and the 4

punaise at 10:08 p.m.

“scandal-plagued House Appropriations Chairman Jerry Lewis”

Just what is it about this guy that the French find so fascinating?

Sir Robin @1 – absolutely. This one is a total no-brainer. Why on earth would we place ANY trust in a cabal that places NO trust in our own meticulously devised founding documents?

This country was fought for and created with great care by a number of very wise people, who planned for all exigencies — experienced, anticipated, and imagined.

What is not only unpatriotic but treasonous, is not having faith in their wisdom. THIS is the country we were bequeathed, and THIS is what we must fight for and defend to the end. Anyone who thinks it isn’t “good” enough, or doesn’t suit their own purposes, are the weak and faithless: = traitorous.

What more do we need to show the neocons for what they really are?

the French affection for Jerry Lewis is indeed inexplicable…I don’t even think it’s in the realm of “so bad it’s good”*

*like some Beastie Boys songs.

Who knew, though, that there were so many French registered to vote in San Diego?

TSF: that’s “Saint Jacques” to the locals

Now listen to my story
’bout a bitch named M
She’s your momma warned ya trouble
She’s got hate inner head.

ba-roomp pa pa pa pa
ba-roomp pa pa pa pa

Ya hear her talking poison
pay her no never mind
She’s talking killing brothers
while smiling slimey jive.
ba-roomp pa pa pa pa
ba-roomp pa pa pa
Better listen to your mama
ba-roomp pa pa pa pa
Stay way from that low down woman

Y’all are getting much too good at this PhotoShop stuff (snicker)!

I’m going to have to listen to some of my kids’ rap to be able to do this.
I know they’ll say “Turn it UP!”

It’s not rap (not that there’s anything wrong with that), but its better. And, other than putting quotes around the word TRUTH, I didn’t have to change a word.

Never Understand, by Jesus and Mary Chain

The sun comes up another day begins
And I don’t even worry about the state I’m in
Head so heavy and I’m looking thin
But when the sun goes down I wanna start again

You never understand me
You never understand me
Yeah

Don’t turn around until you look at me
Why don’t you take a second and tell me what you see
Things I see you only disagree
You never understand that’s what I want to be

You never understand me
You never understand me
Yeah

Not wishing to hide but you just can’t see me
I tell you the “truth” but you don’t believe me
Thinking of love but I can’t hear what you’re saying
Tomorrow I’m leaving
Cause I’m not stayin’
Yeah….
(Uh huh huh)

BTW – There is nothing in the rules that says the lyrics have to be original or “rap,” so I should win.

Here’s the YouTube link – the music does add additional meaning.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=vKa…..arch=never understand jesus and mary chain

Yo, lissun up
Now this looks like a job for me
Halliburton, WHIG, and the V.P.
Torture, treason, constitutional rights?
First two from me, go F*** yourself for three
It pains me to suppress you, it’s for your own good
You can’t see it now it’ll mo betta da ‘hood
M’a boyz with the gunz, M’a boyz with the fundz
Mmmmmm.. boyz with bunz
Back to the props, what was I sayin?
Leedeen, Yoo, Addington too
M’a boyz is cool
M’a boyz is cruel
Bitch

Pretty dull stuff. She reminds me of a teenager TV host on one of those awful kids shows. But I gotta say Dirty Kuffar had a pretty catchy beat.

The Malkin Rap

“OK, DJ…drop it like it’s hot.”

*wika-wika-wika*

Yo I’m Double-M and I’m here to say
There’s no place like the U S of A.
We got Hummers and gunners and big downtowns,
But don’t ya be comin’ if your skin is all brown.

Now Islam, I ain’t down with that.
My man J.C. that’s where it’s at.
So like my girl Ann we gotta say
We’ll redesign Iraq, the American Way!

Blowing up sh*t is my passion
Give me that Rambo-type man of action.
With Hellfire missles all comin’ down.
I’ll make you sorry you ever messed around.

Meanwhile back in the crib.
There’s a lot of ruckus from the dirty libs.
So we’ll cuff ‘em and stuff ‘em in the box.
Guantanamo Bay, where they’ll watch nothing but FOX.

Now my homies I gotta split the scene.
I’m doing a shoot for a neo-con magazine.
But keep on makin’ them cowards pay
Cause might makes right in my U S of A.

“Word to your mother.”

I’m a little wingnut, short and stout,
Michele’s my handle, racism’s my spout.
I’m a little wingnut, loud and hissy,
Out one end comes hate, the other just pissy.
I’m a little wingnut, brash and crude,
Why does Sista Coulter and I get booed?
Rappings our game
Slapping for fame
Get in our wingnut way
We’ll make you pay, pay, pay.
I’m a little wingnut, short and stout,
Michele’s my handle, racism’s my spout.

Awww! I

A haiku (with spine-liquefying bass)…

I’m rendered speechless
Such unfettered twittery
Sadly, it still speaks…

Repeat as necessary…

oops bad html!

I *heart* you Jane. Thanks for the linkies!

Alright, EP brought up the Mary Chain, so this seems an appropriate place to ask Jane an important question.

Jane, I love Spiritualized. I have all of their/his albums, except of one the Complete Works and Live at the Albert Hall. I’ve even gone back to the old Spacemen 3 stuff, and I’m almost finished readin Erik Morse’s bio of the band. I don’t particularly care for what I’ve heard from Spectrum.

So why is it that I really prefer the first half of “Recurring” to the second half. I don’t want to like Sonic Boom’s stuff better, but I just can’t help it. Especially “Big City” and “I Love You”. Is there any explanation?

Seitz – It’s not EP, it’s EPU. Don’t make me smite you.

I *heart* you Jane. Thanks for the linkies!

I can only speak for myself here, but Retardo, I think your blog RAWKS!!

You are very naughty young men. Very.

Seitz – It’s not EP, it’s EPU. Don’t make me smite you.

Apologies.

And Retardo, although the spirit of the argument remains, I’m finally giving up on defending Garret Anderson. I’ll always consider you a brother in arms, though.

Old Saltine

Lemme tell ya ’bout OLD SALTINE
She’s pure venom
Loves to hate
Now it’s her kids damned fate
Screamin for attention
Dancin’ like a fool
She ain’t kosher
She ain’t cool naw
Now she’s spitin’ in my pool
Spitin’ in my pool
Ol’ harridan
Salteeeeeeeeen
She ain’t angry
She’s irate
Ol harridan
Salteeeeeeeeen
Beeee itch

Come and listen to a story about a girl named Michelle
A poor filipino, barely kept her family fed,
Then one day she was being really rude,
And up through the ground came a bubblin’ crude.

Cash that is, Regnery gold, Freeper tea.

Well the first thing you know ol’ Michelle’s a millionaire,
Kinfolk said Michelle move away from there
Said the Internet is the place you ought to be
So they loaded up the truck and moved to an ISP.

Blogland, that is.
Whiny Ass Titty Babies, Fox News stars.

The Malkin Hillbillies!

Well now its time to say good-bye to Michelle and all her kin.
And they would like to hurt you folks fer not lookin or thinkin like them.
You’re all invited back again to this locality
To have a heapin helpin of their insane hostility.

Wingnut that is. Set a spell. Take your shoes off. Y’all come back now, y’hear?

she thinks she’s a babe
but she’s really just an anchor
the soul of abu ghraib
she’s the uber-wanker
walkin talkin malkin balkin
ization her stock in trade
her dull dull blade

in defense of interment
her ferment
worried cuz she knows
there might come a day
when the foment that she festers
and the hate that she sews
might vanish away with her pay
when her twisted passion
is not in fashion
with the mordant mob that digs her stuff
even they might say
enough, enough

“Bitch’s Spew”, a work in progress:

(yo, yo, yo. this one goes out to my homies at the mall)

‘cuz I’m an anchor baby, clown
don’t tell me I’m a squirma
I’ll drag this ship o’ state down
while you stand on terrah, firma

I got my bling thing
put ‘em all in Sing Sing
this gig I got – you can’t touch it
‘cuz I’m tough shit
least that’s what Jonah writ

spinner rims, hella skills
intern the concern
dippity do y’all: waterboard thrills
burn, baby, burn

jeremaiad? ain’t no bull, frog
in the gulag – but not on my blog
comments are for suckas
don’t need no literate mutha-f***as
callin’ me ravin’ mad
cravin’ a shavin’, bad

I can’t Gitmo, sad this faction

I can’t believe I got moderated again – with no mention of an erectile dysfunction product. Could it be “titty”?

There’s a shawty on the coast name of Malkin, Michelle
She got a rhyme style makes you feel at home while in hell
She’s spittin new bullshit every day
She makes your heart race, your head ache, then your eyes glaze
And when you haven’t heard her for a couple of days
She comes along with something new to put you into a daze

Michelle Michelle
Oh well oh well
Wingnut welfare pays well
If you dont mind going to hell

afraid to comment…

afraid to post my real deal…

lots of laughs already

squeeze play

niters poet pups

come on Eureka, wathcoo got?

Teddy @16

#1007 is the cat I gave my sister. :)

http://www.infinitecat.com/inf…../1007.html

mad flow punaise mad flow!

When you start hanging with Maglalang,
You just been drafted in her racist gang,
She been hatin’ on my homies? Dang!
She must be insane, she’s causing much pain,
To all those folks who can’t afford to complain,
About getting so screwed in the white man’s game.
Do ya feel the Joementum for that stanky ‘tang?

Apologies, Jane. I tried! Tried I tell you, not to use “tang”

“what you got”, that is

ES, am I gonna have to issue a triple dog dare?

siun, it’s a start….

I never would have guessed Punaise … dayammm!

off to sleep … so

Peace out!

testing, testing…1,2,3…

anybody know why I keep getting the message..

“ERROR…there was a connection problem with the server. Please try again”

..when I try to preview a comment?

Was it something I said?

a demain, firedawgs

nite all….

cbear – B/c there’s a connection problem with the server? I pity those who question my omniscience.

EPU,

but, but, oh omniscient one..ruler of universe…have I offended thee?
Am I banished to the (gulp) netherworld?

cbear – No. Don’t mind me, I just have jetlag. Never had it before and don’t know why I have it now. Being a Universe, I normally handle travel through the space-time continuum at high speeds very well.

EPU – I hear jet lag is caused by having to suffer traveling at human speeds, but then what do I know, mortal that I am.

RE: Jane @ 11,

“Wingnut Nail Salon…a new television series.”

I like it, but I have my own sit-com script in development.
Picture CHEERS meets SEX IN THE CITY….with a twist.

“QUEEFERS”
(working title)

THE SET-UP:
Shy, ambitious, west-coast girl (Michelle) moves to the Big Apple to pursue her stage career and meets bawdy, wise-cracking, east-coast showgirl (Pam) at WANKERS (rundown club in the Village).
The girls discover they’re long lost half-sisters (Pam’s father was a Marine serving in Manilla)
Pam gets Michelle a job performing with her at WANKERS… the girls get an apartment together… and hilarious hijinks ensue.

THE CAST:
Michelle Malkin- herself
Pam- herself

WANKERS: THE STAFF
Kate O’Beirne- ex-showgirl, now the kindly owner of WANKERS (who decides to give Michelle a leg-up in the business)
Jonah Goldberg- as Kate’s bumbling but lovable son.
Byron York- as the once-handsome actor… now aging bartender
Ramesh Ponnuru- as the immigrant barback who can’t speak English (secretly loves Michelle)
Ann Coulter- as the foulmouthed waitress. (secretly loves Pam)
Jeff Goldstein- as the cantankerous bouncer (secretly loves Byron)
Dick Cheney- as WANKERS greedy landlord (Kate’s ex-lover)
.

WANKERS: THE CUSTOMERS
Hugh Hewitt- as the pompous lawyer
Karl Rove- as the seedy bookie.
Rush Limbaugh- as the hapless drunk.
David Broder- as the gruff old reporter.
Ana Marie Cox- cub reporter (Broder’s sidekick and mistress)
Scooter Libby- the love-sick novelist (secretly loves Byron)
Judith Miller- as Scooter’s harridan wife

EXTRAS:
Monica Crowley- showgirl
Laura Ingraham- showgirl
Daryn Kagan- showgirl

Anybody know where I can find a producer?

Malkin should sing “Thanks for the memories”… Maybe her and Connie could do a duet…
______________________________

WAITING ON THE RAIN!

http://apoeticjustice.blogspot…..-rain.html

cbear – If I may – and of course I can, I’m just being polite.

Why not go with the Michelle Tyler Malkin Show. You can set it in NYC rather than Minn.

Filling in the rest of the cast is easy, only you have to change their profiles slightly – e.g. Sue Ann Niven as played by Ann Coulter is oversexed never sexed food and lifestyle personality.

Lou Grant: Bill O’Reilly

Ted Baxter: Scotty McCellan

Georgette Engel: (Even I am havimg trouble with this one, but we’ll figure it out).

Murry Slaughter: Karl Rove (or Sean Hannity)

Sue Ann Niven: Ann Coulter

Chuckles Chimpy the Clown: Pres. George W. Bush.

I think you can work with this.

And I left out Rhoda – Mary Matlin.

glad Jane’s back…

Hey spiderpaws

EPU,
I actually considered the MTM Show angle, but wanted to go for something a little more cutting-edge.

However, I do realize my error in omitting that wonderful thespian William O’Reilly from my cast.

Perhaps as the guy with the falafel cart outside the entrance of WANKERS?

First draft:

Yo, Mal I thought you wuz my gurl
‘Til I heard you did Dick Perle
Now I’m thinking, yo bitch
Why does I got this bad itch?

Hey bro’s don’t stick your dick where it don’t goes!
Not in a bunch of republican racist ho’s
Yeah they want it: Laura, Babs, and Annie,
Before you know you’ll be doing a tranny.

Hey my sweet little eurasian Mal,
Tell me, who was Gannon’s little Pal.
I’m just saying everyone know’s.
Was it Bush, Cheney, Rove or Blair?

cbear – What could be more cutting edge than a show about a single working woman? This is the ’50s after all.

finding somebody with true awareness, sympathy empathy for the world, I keep searching

Evil Parallel Universe 88-

“What could be more cutting edge than a show about a single working woman? This is the ’50s after all.”

Oh Multi-Dimensional One -

Even ominscience can’t ensure total omniattention.

No doubt your recent temporal distress has deflected your onmiscient awareness from such matters…..

seems a lot more like 1932 to me…

watch out for fires

ps – any volunteers for the border police? there’s a shift coming up in about seven years…

Sharkbabe 89 -

“finding somebody with true awareness, sympathy empathy for the world, I keep searching”

I think I know how you feel – Michelle sent back my flowers, too.

;)

night all

and sharkbabe, apologies for seeming to impugn your obviously discerning self. sorry for my poor blog manners.

[this doesn’t excuse it, but i’m giddy - core WTO negotiator (India) says this round is dead.]

intro:

YO CLARENCE (huh!)
YO CLARENCE (huh!)

throw it down

Now here’s a tip for all of you homies in the rightside
I’m a badass girl throwing down to the liber-ALS
Aint afraid to get down and dirty
Proud member of the right wing literati

Go and say some racist ass shit.
You see, I say it, I can run wit it.
My skin is brown, my peeps are pinoy
Just don’t tell my little white boy.

Fuck da Japanese, sent em all to Manzanar
Fuck da Mexicans, hope they all fry in the boxcar
my name is Malkin and I’ll give you cover
Say all the shit you wish my rich white brother.

I came up from the mean streets of jersey
Now I get PAID, mama don’t you see me?
Da loudest, meanest bitch bigot.
Ann Coulter, you ain’t shit.

That was a juvenile post. Who cares about Michelle Malkin?

Kirk – I’ll still go with the 50’s. I’ve always preferred to “Buy American” when it comes to analogies for our present political situation. And to me we are reliving McCarthyism. I think it much more likely that I am asked to sign a document attesting that I have never been a member of a “liberal” political organization or burned a flag (or thought about buring a flag)* than it is that I am asked to guard the border.

No matter how much you might “enjoy” thinking it, the US is neither Nazi Germany or Stalinist Russia. It’s bad, but if what believe were true you and I are not typing away on this blog.

Some day I will add the footnote that goes along with the asterisk. But not tonight.

That was a juvenile post comment. Who cares about Michelle Malkin Norstadt?

And they say that 8th grade snark is dead.

i forgot that rap music is usually in iambic pentameter, my bad for using profanity.

also didn’t mean to bring up malkin. she just happened to be the subject of jane’s original entry… confused me. again, my mistake. what was i thinking?

oh btw Michelle plaques poetic swill in todays wapo fyi
http://washingtontimes.com/commentary/mmalkin.htm

apologies for breaking into the fun but the news is getting serious overnight on the bbc …

1- over 60 dead in carbombing in Baghdad

2- US says Syria bears responsibility for violence in Gaza and wants Syria to arrest the Hamas leader

3 – the above follows Israel’s announcement that they will kill the Hamas prime minister if the abducted soldier is not released

epu – 95

your omniscence fails here. As much as I usually enjoy reading your thoughts, this comment was not a fave. If my response seems strong, I apologize, as I have no quarrel with you as a person (or universe).

Your assumptions about my experience are incorrect, and I believe other aspects of your statements also are inaccurate (if I understand the meaning of an omitted word).

As the emotional experience and beliefs imputed to be mine are wholly unrepresentative and non-factual, I’m responding in a vigorous way. (for me, the use of statements incorporating “you” is vigorous.)

you wrote:

‘than it is that I am asked to guard the border.

No matter how much you might “enjoy” thinking it, the US is neither Nazi Germany or Stalinist Russia. It’s bad, but if what believe were true you and I are not typing away on this blog. ‘

1) ‘you might “enjoy” thinking it’ – EPU, let’s not confuse the handle with the real world. We have never met – neither of us know each others’ subjective experience.

Your suppostion is inaccurate and baseless. I do not enjoy watching/contemplating/anticipating the Bushies’ assault on the Constitution.

[and “enjoy” was in quotes. OK - if that is of relevance, consider this comment to have been in quotes.]

2) ‘the US is neither Nazi Germany or Stalinist Russia. It’s bad, but if what [omitted] believe were true’

Wrong again, EPU – (I believe). Nothing in my post states I believe the US is either of the cited nations.

Now this is my omniscence – I believe the word intended for the space between “what” and “believe” was “you” – as in the meaning “if what you [Kirk] believe”.

3) My reference to border guards in seven years was unclear. I apologize for my lack of clarity.

I don’t think you or I will be asked to be border guards.

My reference was to the seven year period before the staged attack upon a border post used as the propaganda pretext for the Nazis’ 1939 invasion of Poland.

4) My reference to 1932 was also unclear. I cited 1932 as it was the last year before the National Socialists under Hitler ultimately came to exercise power.

I do believe we in the US are on the cusp of formally deciding whether the executive is or is not subject to law. I believe that – should the executive ultimately succeed in defying the rule of law – the date of that decision will be as reviled as Hitler’s accession..and for the same reasons.

At the beginning of 1932 – as I understand it – the National Socialists did not hold power in Germany. Hitler became* chancellor January 30, 1933 – a very evil day.

5) My reference to fires was flat out wrong. I was alluding to the Reichstag fire – which took place in Feb 27, 1933.

My bad. (well, Hitler’s and the Nazis’…)

My error. I’d thought the Reichstag fire preceded Hitler’s accession to power – hence the intent behind my reference.

Obviously, the fire followed Hitler’s accession by about a month…

6) Having said all that, McCarthyism in the 50’s sounds better than Weimar in the 30’s (and the 50’s economy is certainly a lot more analogous), so I’m happy to concede the 50’s are a better comparison. I sure want them to be!

7) I am wholly responsible for my words. My felines are wholly responsible for the hallway races which brought me back to fdl this morning…

*http://www.historyplace.com/worldwar2/riseofhitler/collapse.htm

see also Holocaust Timeline: The Rise of the Nazi Party – http://fcit.usf.edu/Holocaust/…..zirise.htm

Two thoughts:

#1 Yeah, this guy is really the biggest threat in the world. Nothin’ like a cultural scold to redeem the planet!

#2 When Michelle says, in stilted tones, “Yeah, he puts the dope in dope rhyme,” the screen flashes, ala O’Reilly or Colbert, “True Dat.” I laughed out loud. It really read as Colbert – unintentional comedy.

FYI- Otis is off. On vacation until 7/14, likely without computer. Everybody be safe.
Otis.

Everybody in the world knows Carl blows.

You aint’t all white, yo daddy aint’t white
Well thas all right, yo daddy aint’t white,
Martin Luther was white, white as the snow
My Martin, he did shine, he did glow.

Everytime I listen to “The Compassionates” I’m struck by how similar Josh Bolton’s guitar style is to that of John Frusciante.

OMIGAWD! Jane Hamshuh thinks she’s so FRICKin’ cool. I got news for yuh, Janey, you SUCK! You moonbats can’t hold a candul to my goil Michelle. She bee-you-tee-ful and brainy and yuh just some hippy moonbat FRRRRReaKKKK wit duh airs you put on. OMIGAWD! I said I wanted SPLENDA in dis iced skim milk cappachina, not Nutra-FRICKin-Sweet! Musta beena moonbat that made this! No FRICKin’ way a rightie made it, ‘cawse then it would be right! Righties are RIGHT, get it? HAHAHAHHAHAHHA! Seriously, Jane Hamshuh. When are yuh gonna tell yuh readers about Aztlan? Yuh not tellin’ duh truth! Yuh not tellin’ duh truth about Gawg Bush, eitha. If you wuh tellin’ duh truth, you’d tell ‘em that weah gonna have Aztlan in the Five Towns before these damn immigrants get done. IN.THE.FRICKin.FIVE.TOWNS.!!!! Getcha head outta yuh, ass, Jane Hamshuh! And do yuhself a favuh and try to appREsheATE my goil Michelle. OMOIGAWD! I hafta go. Jonah Goldberg’s plowin’ through all the low-cawb scones wit Splenda icing! Leave some for someone else you fat pig! OMOIGAWD!

OT – Some reporter needs to publicly ask Cheney if today’s car bombing in Baghdad is still part of ‘the last throes’.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13647425/

Interesting reading:

AUMF Legislative History from CRS. The pdf file available there is only 6 pages.

The leaders of the Senate and the House decided at the outset that the discussions and negotiations with the President and White House officials over the specific language of the joint resolution would be conducted by them, and not through the formal committee legislation review process. Consequently, no formal reports on this legislation were made by any committee of either the House or the Senate. As a result, it is necessary to rely on the texts of the original draft proposal by the President for a use of military force resolution, and the final bill, S.J.Res. 23, as enacted, together with the public statements of those involved in drafting the bill, to construct the legislative history of this statute. Between September 12 and 14, 2001, draft language of a joint resolution was discussed and negotiated by the White House Counsel’s Office, and the Senate and House leaders of both parties. Other members of both Houses of Congress suggested language for consideration through their respective party leaders.

…

The floor debates in the Senate and House on S.J.Res. 23 make clear that the focus of the military force legislation was on the extent of the authorization that Congress would provide to the President for use of U.S. military force against the international terrorists who attacked the U.S. on September 11, 2001 and those who directly and materially assisted them in carrying out their actions. The language of the enacted legislation, on its face, makes clear—especially in contrast to the White House’s draft joint resolution of September 12, 2001—the degree to which Congress limited the scope of the President’s authorization to use U.S. military force through P.L. 107-40 to military actions against only those international terrorists and other parties directly involved in aiding or materially supporting the September 11, 2001 attacks on the United States. The
authorization was not framed in terms of use of military action against terrorists generally.

What would he say now, my bro’s, my homey’s,
You know I’m just a thug, he jus wanna blow me.
But I’m a thug, Martin. I always belonged to you.
You are my true love, all I have done is for you.

Morning, all. This has made me too sad to think.

I watched the Malkin video this morning and now I can’t eat breakfast. Oh well, I guess today’s as good as any day to start a diet.

Now I’ll just have to work on erasing the memory of Malkin’s repulsive display.

Is it too early in the day to drink scotch?

Didn’t she get her ghetto pass revoked years ago?

I see what you mean, lotus. ;(

those ‘lucky’ enough have to leave. brain- drain and heartache. we have ruined yet another country. Iraqis, Afghans, Sudanese, and Palestinians, etc. wishing for a way out of the daily violence.

indirect or direct violence is what these elected monsters do.

we desperately need the Department of Peace that Dennis Kucinich advocated.

CT Bob:
Vodka and branch water, plus multivitamins. I didn’t invent this stuff. Seriously, antioxidants from the health food store, stuff to prevent soft tissue damage and truly, red bull. Works great.

Hi Lotus.
Pull up a chair, upstairs.

See ya there.

new thread —- http://www.firedoglake.com/200…..a-chair-3/

Okay, trying to cheer myself up.

Harris remains far behind, new poll finds

Republican U.S. Rep. Katherine
Harris is failing to get support even from GOP voters in her effort to unseat U.S. Sen. Bill Nelson, a new poll showed.

BY MARC CAPUTO
mcaputo@MiamiHerald.com

TALLAHASSEE – Even among Republicans, U.S. Rep. Katherine Harris’ U.S. Senate bid is in trouble: A poll released Friday shows her getting only 35 percent of the vote in the GOP primary in September — enough to beat her no-name opponents, but not even close to dominating the field.

And matched up against incumbent Bill Nelson, Harris remains far behind if the election were held today. Nelson gets 59 percent to Harris’ 26 percent in the latest Quinnipiac University poll of Florida voters.

“She’s stuck where she’s stuck,” said Peter Brown, assistant director of the Connecticut-based polling institute. “There are a lot of Republicans skeptical about her candidacy.”

. . .

A major reason for the trouble is the negative press Harris has received. She unknowingly took illegal campaign contributions from a convicted defense contractor involved in a massive congressional bribery scandal; she scared residents of a small Indiana town when she incorrectly said a terrorism plot aimed at them had been foiled; and she suggested that congressional Florida Democrats support her when none do.

“Every day, it’s something new with her,” said Ed Rollins, a top Reagan administration strategist who quit his post as Harris’ top advisor in March.

“The bottom line [is] it doesn’t make a difference what she does between now and November, because it’s over,” Rollins said. “She’s about 30 points behind in every poll. She’ll get 40 percent of the vote. National Republicans and the White House have written her off.”

. . .

I’m not the one to do it, but someone has to rewrite “Try to catch Me Ridin’ Dirty” for Michelle.

“Try to Catch Me Writin’ Dirty” might be the hook.

I know it isn’t rap, but I did come up with this:

My Michelle

Michelle, from Hell,
These are words that go together well,
My Michelle

Michelle, from Hell,
Lies from truth you know very well
But lie’s can sell

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, that’s all I want to say
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that you’ll understand.

Michelle, from Hell,
Lies from truth you know very well
But lie’s can sell

I need you, I need you, I need you, I need to make you see
What an ass you can be
Until I do I’m hoping you will know what I mean

Michelle, from Hell,
Lies from truth you know very well
But lie’s can sell

I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you to know by now
That you’re a stupid sow
Until I do I’m telling you so you’ll understand

Michelle, from Hell,
Lies from truth you know very well
But lies can sell

I’ll try to, I’ll try to, I’ll try to, I’ll try to say this just once
You’re a shrewish dunce
Until I do I’m telling you so you’ll understand

Michelle, from Hell,
Lies from truth you know very well
But lies can sell

I’d love you, I’d love you, I’d love you, I’d love you to know
When dead to Hades you’ll go
Until I do I’m telling you so you’ll understand

Michelle, from Hell,
Lies from truth you know very well
But lies can sell

With apologies to Lennon and McCartney

There’s also a photoshop contest at Michellmalkinisanidiot.com.

The name is michelle malkin,
Now hear me ’cause I’m talkin,
I’m the nightmare you can’t shake,
Makin’ prog bloggers do a double take,
With Rush and Bill and Sean and Ann,
I spread the red state master plan,
Death to the liberal helping hand,
We’ll cut off yo’ mo-fo helping hands.
Makin’ people fear the godless brie-heads,
Long-winded speeches, perhapses and insteads,
Makin’ up be down, and back be forth,
Yo, WE decide what a purple heart’s worth,
We populate the radio and mainline hate,
Bringin’ values voters to our slates,
Don’t matter how much slime it takes,
We’ll outlast, outwork, outrun, outfake,
We got a pro-war, pro-life, god-fearing date,
With the bad-ass Republican-American dream.

The name is michelle malkin, and it’s progs I’m stalkin’…

Michelle Maglalang Mary Magdalene
devoted disciple of Jesus and George.
profit right-wing Christian neonut-conservative
profit at $10,000 a pop
sells love of hatred and scorn
She put the dollar in racist
She put the dope in most everything
Rollin down the street, smokin moon bats,
sippin on blood and koolaid (beeotch!!)

“Bitch’s Spew, Part Two”

(yo, yo, uh-huh. this is the basest rich, coming at ya from the spa)

Malacang’s harangue belong the wrong Gong Show
like W in TANG she need the long bong, so:

I’m Psych-lo-Media Brown, comin’ to town to lay these tracks down.

I spew my slop, certain to faze ya
digga digga bop, flip-flop fantasia*

I muster the bluster, but you gotta pay
I fluster the crust o’ yer socie-tay

conflate the great? you wait
I meld a Markos, fools
free/dumb’s just another word
for nothin’ left but shoes

LOCK & LOAD! (duck and cover)
I AIN’T SCARED! (I need my mother)

(c) punaise – Rhyme Don’t Pay Records

*(sample props to Us3)

“Bitch’s Spew, Part One” (final version)

(yo, yo, yo. this one goes out to my homies at the mall)

‘cuz I’m an anchor baby, clown
don’t tell me I’m a squirma
I’ll drag this ship o’ state down
while you stand on terrah, firma

I got my bling thing
put ‘em all in Sing Sing
this gig I got – you can’t touch it
‘cuz I’m tough shit
least that’s what Jonah writ

spinner rims, chrome grill, hella skills
dippity do y’all: waterboard thrills
intern the concern – burn, baby, burn

jeremaiad? ain’t no bull, frog
in the gulag – but not on my blog
comments are for suckas
don’t need no literate mutha-f***as
callin’ me ravin’ mad
cravin’ a shavin, bad

I can’t Gitmo, sad this faction

Bitch’s Spew, Part Two is in moderation.

i can only bear one verse. kickin it old school:

:beatbox:

la-di-da-di, she shills for the party
she’s a vile bigot, and she’s not really a hotty
she’s, just a hired whore who’s on the mic
and when she spews upon the mic she steers the fight RIGHT
for all the nuts, in shit she delves
just so they can smile and giggle to themselves
cause it’s cool when she causes a hateful condition
which she creates, cause that’s her mission
so listen close, to what she say
cause her type of shit blasts everyday…

‘Vent’ is carny talk for ‘ventriloquist.’

left on the cutting room floor -

an undeleveloped concept where Malkin discovers that her patio furniture has been stolen, and can’t find any replacements at Cost-Plus or Pier One:

she sets out on the Rattan Dearth March

(….never mind….)

What would Jesus do

He wouldn’t hang with W, Pat or Rush or Anne,
He’d take those big fat sinners, take them by the hand
He’d roll his floppy sleeves up, he’d stamp his sandaled shoe,
Then He’d read them all their f*ups.

That’s what Jesus do

He’d sit ‘em in Texas desert for forty days and nights.
He’d make ‘em watch their own on cable news. Oh yikes!
And when they got the message and ask to be forgiven,
Jesus put ‘em all on C-SPAN, if they want to go on livin’.

They said they did the bad thing.
They took the country down.
They did it all for money
And all the oil they found.

The people got the message.
They turned their views around.
Our lost country, at last, it has been found.
And those whacky whacky wingnuts
winged it quickly out of town.

That’s what Jesus do.

reset
wipe the hard drive
force quit
to get out alive
shut down
rethugs out o’ town
See, if we reboot
with ROOTS as our system
wingnuts with all of their shiftin’
will crash down
And,it’s about time
to “save as”
the country we knew
Let’s start now
if only a few
start now
before the batts die.

somebody fix my 130. you can have the book.

cbear 80

‘Wingnut Nail Salom – a new television series.’

‘QUEEFERS’(working title)

simply brilliant

I don’t think I qualify for this contest, but here’s my entry. It’s a Brand New Dance, and it’s called the Asian Honky.

HIT IT, BOYS!!

Asian Honky

Everybody, do the Asian Honky.
Everybody, everybody,
Throw your right wing in the air
And wave it like there’s no repercussions,
Having long and pointless discussions,
and cat-fights on the air.
I’m a cello-playing,
talking-point saying,
spelling bee-ing, overachieving,
smug, entitled, right-wing Asian Honky.

Everybody say Ramesh and Adam,
Yoo and Malangang!
I’m on wingnut welfare.
I’m to the right of a Klansman.
I may be brown
but I ain’t no nigga!
I’m highly strung
with a hair-trigger,
Everybody do the Asian Honky.
Everybody do the Asian Honky.

love the aisan honkey, does it have a melody?

delurking because i love a contest…

Malkin’s adenoidal little whinge is chiding
A victory plan for all the chickenhawks hiding
In yo mamma’s rec rooms, it’s the chairborne riding
Typin’ a good f*ck behind aluminum siding

Boo, Boo boo, Boo freakin’ hoo

Santorum found rockets in the dust eroding
Limp like Rush, they ain’t never exploding
Suck like a bugger on your big cigar
Penny for your thoughts in the nickel bag jar

Chimpasaurus Tex got a slap from SCOTUS
So dirty little Karl gonna polish his scrotus
Fake ol’ Atlas Jugged done given her notice
She’ll pimp a little girl to fellate the POTUS

Boo, Boo boo, Boo freakin’ hoo

Michelle’s got friends in the highest low places
Just brown enough to hate the brown races
Like da Chimp in Chief she like to throw feces
Just another con punk, a discredit to the species. Word.
__

hope you enjoy

Oh I just love these.

from way out of right field, an unsolicited ode to everybody’s favorite corrupt ex-Congressman, Randy Cunningham:

“Smoove Operator Blues”
(The Ballad of Randy C.)

I’m the Dukester, Randy C.
ain’t no fluke, sir, I nearly ran DC

I’m the cunning ham
and one thing’s fo’ sure
it was a stunning scam
but not quite kosher

back in the home district
they took me for a pious Rep
helped old ladies cross the street
thought I drove a Prius, yep!

see, the Public Trust is over-rated
but I got my hand caught in the till
at the Public Trough I’m not easily sated
it’s so hard to quit that swill

sold my big home
for an ungodly profit, yup
now I’m headed to the Big House
gonna have to cough it all up

OK, so I had to cop to some crimes
the part I’m gonna miss the most?
the perks, the swag, the good times
now let me set the stage as host:

while I ain’t much of a looker
I do have a way with the hookers
(gotta pay to be a playa, gee)
I keep their numbers handy
for when I’m feelin’ randy
(a gentleman has “needs”, you see)

“you ladies really ought to
come aboard my yacht, new”
(well, actually that’s not quite true
‘fore that it was the Boy-Toy crew)

in pajama pants and turtleneck
I cut a dashing figure
lava lamps, champagne on ice
the mood? intrigue: grrrr!

“Cristal?, mighty fine, for thee”
(The Dukester don’t serve shandy, but
Christ almighty, this shit ain’t free)
whatever it takes to get the smut

the rest of the story? oh, hell
I’m not at liberty to tell
thought I’d skate, but that’s old news
the Smoove Operator’s got the blues

alternate penultimate verse:

“Cristal?, mighty fine, for thee”
The Dukester don’t serve shandy
Christ almighty, this shit ain’t free
’swhat it takes to get the candy

tweaking an excerpt of the classic “Give It Away Now” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers:

original version:

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now
…
I can’t tell if I’m a king pin or a pauper

Cunningham’s version:

Realize I don’t want to be a “who’s he?”
Confide with Duke, you little floozy
God damn, I’m feelin’ kinda woozy
How come everybody wanna make me say “scusi”?

Give it away give it away give it away now
…
I can’t tell if I’m a king pin or a popper

From Sinclair Lewis (thank you Howie Klein)
when fascism comes to town to dine
it’ll be an American flag wrapped wound
and it’ll be carryin’ a big cross around

dominionists dominionists
I for one am really pissed
September 11
a gift from heaven to

dominionists, dominionists
I for one hate the risk
those led by the nose opinionists
Have put us in
Now THAT’S a sin

don’t want their koolaid
No bed the fools made
Their Jesus jumbled is so wrong
Extreme makeover please
That’s my song

punaise 137

get that great dukester thing trimmed down to 20 lines so you don’t get disqualofied.

well, squirrel, it was never meant to be an “official” entry, although the contest did inspire it. just had to get it out of my system.

malkin’s talkin’
bullshit walkin’

fans of ann’s defend the hen,
who rules the roost
as she clucks about killing judges

russert, the angry muppet,
gets off on being karl’s puppet

drudge deals the sludge
to the wingnuts addicts who need a fix

as rush drops his pills
and the stampers stamp the bills

tweety’s needy
falafle’s brain is fried
haniity’s hands are tied
as jeff gannon leaves impressions

speaking of whores
judy sold the war
did her time, and is the worse kind of slime

we’re on the dole
for the big a hole, dubbya

had so much fun the first time i thought i’d try again.
__
Malkin…bug eyed baby wants to slay ya
If you write for the Times you’re a playa
Ain’t matter watcha do or watcha say yeah
Big Dick got his gat he gonna spray ya…face

The O’Reilly Malefactor, is a temple of screech
Wit’ every damn clue beyond the Gibson reach
Like a pox, motherfoxer, it’s that Hannity leech
While the poor along the Gulf are left on terminal beach

Lookin’ up your skirts, up your money, takin’ peeks
Up your net, up your phone, then right between the cheeks
Callin’ that security, you effin’ paranoid freaks
Truth don’t hurt the nation, but its losses prick the leaks

Photocopy catty Coulter is a cribbing vulture
A bigger bone than Rush for bangin’ on the culture
Without his pills Fatty had to can his cum butler
An’ pigboy Karl’s dumpin’ files in the mulcher

Chimp and Rummy got a course that they stayin’
So if you serve, there’s a lot of us prayin’
For for hearts, for your minds, I’m just sayin’
We hope that peace be the price that your payin’
__

peace

motherfoxer – heh heh

Bush’s tricks are over! Bush’s tricks are over! Biddy-bye-bye!
Bush’s tricks are over! Bush’s tricks are over! Hey! Hey!

Wingnuts learn all our tricks from Cheney our sensei
Down with the crowd at the PNAC
Started a whole war just for the oil money
And get pundits like Coulter and Malkin to believe
Michelle Malkin is a-rhyming like she’s crazed
Give her some logic and facts and she don’t know what to say
Saying she talked crazy before my boy Tucker Carlson
That kind of stuff is just going too far, son
The right’ll tell them again, we’ll tell them again–gwan!
The right’ll tell lies again, we’ll tell lies agaaaain
If it’s WMD or wiretapping, the mainstream media’s still telling lies to you
No matter what the issue, Bush is still telling lies to you

Youre so lost in our murking. Youre so sorry and jerking. I am the Reactionfaction Communafiction Jivemaster Yupee Yup, hella thick with MixVixtress Michelle. I passed with ease through all 2004 Chambers of sleazisism of the ancient-regime Payolin system of wise-ass-ateric thug-thinkatology. I am the serene supreme sage of suppressed rage. You use your logic and facts and reason thus, we use sabatogic and flacks and make a fuss. We fill them with colic, brainwack, and cuss. You state it, we bait it, and they hate it -and your sorry ass the most so you are burnt toast. Its shooting skeet in a barrel (might put your eye out, son), you can’t run with us unless you go feral. So sniff our tale and weep, because you are so under our feet. Run with the money, its sweeter than honey. You are losers, we are choosers. We choose the grounds, unleash the hounds, and bury you under mounds of our Patented Pony Wrapping Material (TM). Because of our brilliance, theywatchtheywatchtheywathctheywatch channel zero, looking for a hero. Now, listen to Yupee Yup bust you up.

Party for the Fight from the Right

Force, inequality! We’re out to spin it
We know most folks, they aint real in it
So the party struck it right in 94
Our phat posse skank lotta little more
We near crunk ourselves face down on the floor,
Until the major year of buck blessed zero zero
Come out with a newjack white trick hero
But it was near, Oh, we barely got selected
Were rappin n nappin, then got trifected, (ever resurrected, keepin you dejected)
Don’t pry any why whats making this occur
Just so you know your woe: you aint secure!

I am the pundit, and I can go prove it to you
We kick it the best with a tight crew of the few
Whole worlds made of raw terror and straw
Be scared of them ALL, so its shock n awe,
For them Other people, if they get up
They’re all the Method Man, evil and wicked
And you’re anOther, too, if youre all fed up
Then you meet OUR Method Man, just the ticket,
And Yupee’s the Master Baiter of any other Klan. Yupee up yourself up. Do it, do it now!

from It’ll Take a Nation to Hold Us Back, by The My Gang Klan
(Sugarpops, keep your sugarbabies buttered up, Buy in bulk here! Can-o-zomb.con Barney&Rumble.glom)
(Yupee Yup respcetunefully thanks Chuck D and Public Enemy for providing the raw matter I use to shatter. We are Public Preynemy number Ace, and we’re coming at your face. Waddya gonna do?)

You disrespected MVM. You blew it, you bit some off, let’s see if you can chew it. Rhyme and reason is OK in its season, but all round the year, the world is run by raging fear. Were so dope you cant touch us. Im going to throw My Posse at you. And I should win anyway, even if I am late. Im part of the reactionfaction, and we are always winnin, thats a given. Rules are for losers and chumps and frumps -theyre for mendin, not for tendin. And my posse has the trumps. BoYahy -I win. Glad you saw it my way.

My Posse
‘Dr. Dub, some punk kick us in the nuts! We ll take em all out! All out! Every Body Lights Out!’

‘Yeah, boyiz, Lets get illing. Turnaboutism Time! Turnaboutism Time!’

This time, that time, right time, wrong time, any ever all a time, Turnaboutism Time!
Wheat and the tares, think Dr. Dub really cares? Smash em in the short hairs, lets kill em all in pairs.
Got an uppity brain, then meet Reverend Chain, he aint so sane and youll be a little stain.
Diss Major Rum, he aint so dumb, youre underneath his thumb then hell have himself some fun.
Here is Massa Rove, from gangtsa hood he drove where he truly throve, smash your head with a stove.

You a freak gonna pop us? You a sneak gonna top us? Uppity or weak? Maybe just meek? Turnaboutism Time!
Theyre the badass pope of crooked dope, so you got no hope. They keep it on a tight rope. Use it for your soap.
Hear something lurk? Do those tricks really work? Get that insane clueless jerk and thump him till we smirk.
Lost their place? Lost in space? The race for face! The face of race! We are the ace. Stay in your place.
Mighty tighty righty fighty outta sighty under way, got all in their sway, get it on any way.

Ever the best time, never not time, ever flacka-wacka-hack-attack time, Turnaboutism Time!
They dream of their cream, all their know in the flow off chumps they make scream, and off the plebian team.
Get that bling, hear that ring, hear how sweet it sing. Run see how much bread o dead you can bring.
It’s Biblical, my posse curses from verses apocra-clypical, keeping them from creeping is so hypellip-atypical.
It’s the name of the game of the game of the name and pain and the shame aint looking so tame.

You say we got morals to settle all our quarrels? Yo! This aint the frozen chosen snoozing losing. (Frame that, suckers!)

‘Dr. Dub, some punk kick us in the nuts! We’ll take em all out! All out! Every Body Lights Out!’

‘I am the master illing Turnaboutist of my time! ThumpaChumpafication of nations, I am the king!’

MVM, those rhymes are just 20 lines, if you wella snort so many times. The rules are made for crypto-breaking, and this is how rulers are ipso-making -in the shade. And you rule MVM. I don’t see why everyone wants to joing your posse. All you people oughta be glad the Queen of Gentile Reactioninsanity has deigned to bend a rhyme here. Everyone join me in welcomening the Lord Redeemer FullOfIt, mistress of Rightness. How low can you go? Come on down, to the Terrordome. Step on board the Fright Train and have fun ride all night with the living baseheads. Its about Base Base Base Base Base.

MVM is the Gentle Genteel Queen of the Reactionfaction as opposed to methodmonster Ann Coulter, -Ann the Man! No one can holder! And theyre both already in the promised land of easy living from easy shivving. Ann is the king, and the kong, the most feroscious manimal ever come along. They bend thought, bust facts and throw up criminal rhymes right in our faces. Milkshake blood and bread (the trio of memes that mess with your head) is the food they they spread, well simmered in dread. Its about Base.

wow – while i appreciate the effort that went into these contest submissions (note that I’m not brave or creative enough to submit my own) … you can practically SMELL the whiteness! ;-)

Kind of musky vanilla. sniff